Bogdan
Suceavă's Once
on an Off-Key Time / Venea
din timpul diez
will be launched by the Hungarian publisher Noran Könyvek during the
Budapest Fair from April 23-26 in a translation by József
Éltető. Romanian
critic Paul Cernat considers the
novel one of the heavy weight titles of the Romanian new wave. Liviu
Antonesei calls it "the first convincing novel of the
transition." To note: Mr. Suceavă is the author of several
novels, including Miruna,
a Story
/ Miruna,
o poveste
which won the Fiction Prize of the Bucharest Writers' Association in
2008. Once
on an Off-Key Time / Venea
din timpul diez / A félhanggal
emelt időből érkezett
will be launced with introductions
by Anamaria Pop, Lajos Parti Nagy
and Szöcs
Géza, the launch on April 25 in Kner Imre Hall at the Millenaris
Center from 12:00-13:00.*
*
Romania is the featured guest at the Budapest Book Fair. To read more
go to http://www.bookfestival.hu
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